“Blaine,” I called, taking another gulp from my glass.
He didn’t respond. He just stared, putting up defiance. I hated that sit. That look of a man who hadn’t realized that death was sitting on his shoulders.”
My eyes caught a glimpse of the bottle of whiskey, and I was almost out.
Fuck.
It was never enough. I needed more.
“What the fuck is going on in my pack?” I asked, after letting the burn of the whiskey settle in my chest.
I watched the micro-shift in his expression. He was about to cough up whatever little courage he’d brought with him before I spoke again.
“Bold of you to think you can lead a rebellion in my pack, Blaine,” I added, relaxing on my seat.
Was the meeting seeming too casual? Yes.
Was it actually casual? Fucking no.
This was as serious as death itself.
He didn’t answer right away.
Of course, he didn’t. Cowards always need time to chew on their balls before they speak.
But the silence stretched a second too long, and I leaned forward, my elbows on the desk, cradling the now nearly empty glass, “You gonna talk?” I asked in a flat tone.
“There’s rot in your pack, Alpha Kester,” he said, holding my gaze, “And no amount of whiskey is gonna help you ignore it.”
I laughed once. “Go ahead,” I said slowly, “Remate with your step-cousin. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“It’s too late,” he answered flatly. “Sela found a second mate the moment we rejected each other. You know how the bond works.”
I nodded slowly. “Right. So the girl moves on… and what? You start a fucking rebellion?”
He snapped. “You know what this is about. Don’t play dumb, Alpha.
I smiled, “You got kicked in the teeth by people who acted solely out of personal beliefs and conscience without as much as consulting me about it first. So now you want to make me bleed, too
His eyes burned. “I was forced. Just like everyone else when the higher-ups decide what morality should look like. The council said it was the law, and I obeyed it.”
“You want pity?” I asked, pouring myself another glass of drink. The bottle was finally empty.
“No,” he said. “I want balance. You’re mated to your sister. You want to lead this pack? Then show the same fucking sacrifice they demanded from me.”
“Hm… Brave.” I stared at him dead in the eyes.
“We won’t be ruled by an Alphy and a Luna who practice incest. What would we tell our younger generations? Huh? That we applaud incest?’ He scoffed, staking his head with disgust. “We will never accept Kasmine as our Luna.”
The sheer audacity.
The way he said her name and spoke about her, like it was something sour in his mouth and like she was dirt beneath his boots, made my blood thunder in my veins.
“Tell me something, Blaine-who the fuck are you to dictate what I do and what I don’t?”
“I’m the voice of reason this pack needs,” he said. “The law has to be upheld. If the Alpha can’t lead by example, then he can’t lead at all. We’re not sheep, Kester. And we’re not afraid of you anymore.
I finished my drink, set the glass down with a soft clink, and smiled.
It wasn’t the kind of smile you gave when something was funny. It was the kind you gave before you broke a man’s kneecaps and watched him crawl for forgiveness.
“You’re forming a rebellion, right?” I asked, rising from my chair slowly.
He was quiet, and I let the silence spread.
Then, I adjusted my suit and smoothed the sleeves without rushing.
“Blaine,” I called, remaining as calm as breeze. “I hope you live long enough to see what happens when the storm you stirred finally arrives.”
He opened his mouth, maybe to say something heroic or probably something dramatic. But I didn’t wait.
I walked past him out of my pack office.
I had one more important issue to take care of.
Someone who couldn’t keep her mouth shut even after I warned her severally.
Melissa.
Her name was already written in red.
KASMINE.
I paced the living room frantically like a prisoner waiting for a verdict I already knew would break me.
Everywhere I turned, those damned pictures stared back at me-me, smiling like life was perfect.
I hated them.
I hated how those frozen moments of joy mocked my current misery!
How could I be so happy in there while, in reality, I was just seconds away from flinging myself off the earth into a different planet if that would give me peace?
June had stormed out after I finally gave her a piece of my mind. And honestly? I didn’t care anymore. Let her burn. Let her do her worst.
I was done letting everyone gaslight me. I couldn’t keep letting guilt dig into my skin like I had brought this upon myself. I didn’t ask for any of this nor bring it upon myself. The Moon Goddess did.
Mum called me several times after I had promised to see her earlier. told her Kester asked the guards not to let me out.
She tried to get the guards to let me leave. She even threatened them at some point. But they were terrified. That kind of fear that says, I want to help you, but I like my life more.
Because who wouldn’t be scared for their lives? Who would want to stand between Kester and his orders?
They respectfully refused.
Mum threatened to be here first thing tomorrow morning, and honestly, I was worried. That meeting won’t go well.
Claire hadn’t called me since last night. I was certain she had heard the news already. And I didn’t even want to imagine what was going through her head right now. She’s probably disgusted. Shocked. Hurt. All of it. I wouldn’t blame her.
This whole thing-me and Kester-it’s would tear everything apart. Everyone we love was going to bleed from this.
This union was already shaking the ground beneath our feet, ready to shatter the relationships we’d built with the people we loved. The wreckage was coming. I could feel it.
It was already 8 PM, and Kester still wasn’t back.
I hated him, yes. God, I hated him so much that sometimes I couldn’t even breathe.
But the bond? That stupid, fucked-up mate bond? It kept pulling at me, twisting my insides and making me wonder where he was, if he was okay, if he was thinking about me too. And I hated that even more.
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